Helen: A treacherous impression of power
From Create Your Own Story
Walk down the stairs stepping over a couple of bodies.
"This party has gone wrong" you think as you contemplate the war zone the living room has become.
First of all the lights are all off except for the stroboscope.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
Your heartbeat increases synchronizing with the lights.
You see shadows laying everywhere.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
Isn't that Cindy there kissing the neck of Gerardo? You thought they hated each other.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You start sucking on your teeth.
Why the fuck is Elvira sleeping on the couch in a pool of... vomit?
Lights are off. Lights are on.
A guy tumbling walks to you, trying to ask you something.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You push him away and tell him to fuck off.
The bar seems pretty much abandoned. You walk towards it.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You serve yourself a big glass of beer from a hot keg.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You spit the beer away and throw the glass above your shoulder.
Just a few persons are dancing. Let's dance, the music is still the same after all.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You arrive in the middle of the other dancer, ready for your big performance.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
Something hot pours from your nose over your mouth.
The other dancers converge towards you. Hands start caressing your hair, your shoulders, your stomach. Your try to make them stop but you're feeling dizzy.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You realize that that guy from earlier, mustache, is dancing with you. The other dancers move away from you two. He licks your lips and nose.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
Your white laced string is drenched.
He makes you turn. His hands on your hips are cold. He unbuttons your jean and starts to play with your pussy.
Lights are off. Lights are on.
You roll your ass against his cock. You feel an intense pain in the neck. Slowly you drift away.
Alcohol level: Dying
Drug level: Coke descent
Horny level: Orgasmic
